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itinere2015-03-03 10:43 am
sempreborgia) wrote in itinere2015-03-03 10:43 am
open | out with the old dreams I've borrowed
Lucrezia had been here a month although she's barely gotten out of her apartment. The snow made traversing the city very near impossible in her attire. She could use that as an excuse, of course. But the truth of the matter was that she was sad. Lucrezia had fallen into a deep depression upon her return to the Sforza household after her brother Joffre's marriage. Her only solace was that she would have seen Paolo once again. That solace had been ripped from her by this strange place. She didn't even have her family to pull her from her reverie.
So it is a month later, after the snow has so suddenly disappeared, that she puts herself together in one of her finest of gowns and silken stockings. It was amazing the things this magical apartment had supplied her. She pulls some of her hair back, styling it with beads and netting. She applies some rouge to her cheeks and lips. And with a cover for shade to protect her porcelain skin, she finally pushes herself to leave her apartment.
She might seem out of her time, Lucrezia Borgia, among the modern City of Itinere. But she'll be exploring all of the shops and other parts of the City. She'll sit on a bench in the park for awhile and pause in her walk to dip her fingers into the water of a particularly beautiful marble fountain. She's mourned for her past. This is her present. And above all, she is Borgia. She will make the best of it as is expected of her.
So it is a month later, after the snow has so suddenly disappeared, that she puts herself together in one of her finest of gowns and silken stockings. It was amazing the things this magical apartment had supplied her. She pulls some of her hair back, styling it with beads and netting. She applies some rouge to her cheeks and lips. And with a cover for shade to protect her porcelain skin, she finally pushes herself to leave her apartment.
She might seem out of her time, Lucrezia Borgia, among the modern City of Itinere. But she'll be exploring all of the shops and other parts of the City. She'll sit on a bench in the park for awhile and pause in her walk to dip her fingers into the water of a particularly beautiful marble fountain. She's mourned for her past. This is her present. And above all, she is Borgia. She will make the best of it as is expected of her.
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